Authors note: I'm finding it so hard to write how Puck would speak, it's very difficult. Bare with me!
No beta. All mistakes are 100% mine, and I'm certain there are a few. There are probably going to be a few misspelled words, I'm real tired guys. Sorry!
"Trouty mouth, if you make me run any further I'm gonna' kick your ass." Puck yelled as he stopped in his tracks, panting, he rested his hands on his knee's. He knew Sam could run fast, but they must have run at least a mile and a half now.
"How could they do that!" Sam shouted, surrendering.
"I don't know man, I don't know." Puck tried avoiding eye contact with his team-mate, he didn't even want to comfort him but he knew it was the right thing to do, he just didn't know how. "You know, any other normal guy would punch the guy banging his girlfriend." Puck was genuinely confused.
"I'm not that type of person." Sam wasn't upset because he was in love with Quinn, because he wasn't, he was upset because, shit he didn't know.
"Dude, I have some beers at my house. A shot of whiskey and you won't even care 'bout that no more." Puck offered, finally stood up and straightened himself out.
"I don't know..." Puck really saw Sam's innocence when he spoke, he may as well of said 'I don't want my mommy to spank me and send me to bed with no dinner' Puck thought.
"I know heart-break sucks, I haven't personally had my heart-broken because it's impossible to break Puckzilla's heart..." He began trailing off before coming back to the subject at hand. "Just get drunk, forget about it." Puck raised and eyebrow and chuckled.
"Okay." Sam agreed, finally looking up from the ground and facing Puck.
"Well what you waitin' for?" Puck began walking back toward his house.
"Wait for me." Sam called as he caught up with his friend.
Just over fifteen minutes later, they got to Pucks front door, entering cautiously on the chance that Finn and Quinn were still inside the house. Puck went in first poking his head through the living room door, then the dining room and then the kitchen. Empty. The aroma was full with the smell of disinfectant, looming around the cold air.
"The fuckers cleaned my chair." Puck chuckled as he pulled two round short glasses from the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee whiskey from the liquor cabinet.
"They knew I was coming, and they still decided that it was a great time to have...sex." Sam hung his head.
"The only reason I let the people come to my house was so I could fuck Santana again." Puck laughed. "Look, I ain't got a vagina but soon you'll be over it, it don't hurt for long." Puck was clearly having trouble finding comforting words.
"Where's your family?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
"Mom's on a night shift, my sister's at a friends for the night." Puck replied, he handed Sam the full glass and ordered him to drink it all at once. Sam did as Puck told him. Puck began howling with laughter clenching his stomach as Sam pulled a face of utter disgust. Sam's face was priceless.
"Shit..." Sam choked. "It's not that funny." He smirked.
"It is, dude. If you could see your face." Puck laughed, Sam joined in deciding it must have been funny to have Puck in hysterics. Puck collected Sam's glass and refilled it.
"And another." Puck smiled, passing Sam the glass picking up his own. Again, they both quickly gulped down the rich tasting whisky.
"Mother fucker!" Sam choked again as he held his hands on his chest.
"Fucking priceless." Puck laughed. "You might actually have set of balls, considering you did it a second time."
"I thought it wouldn't be as bad as the first time, fuck my throat is burning man." Sam was now rubbing his throat, still smiling.
"You want one more?" Puck smirked.
"No way." Sam refused.
"I dare you." Puck raised a brow and wore a devilish smirk. Sam looked into Pucks eyes and narrowed his own eyebrows.
"Fine." He smirked back. Puck proceeded to pour 2 more drinks. He passed Sam one and picked up his own and raised his glass in the air.
"To beibster!" He joked, their glasses crashed together before they drank the contents.
"Why..." Sam mumbled.
"Huh?" Puck asked.
"Why did I take a third one." Sam burst out laughing, clearly showing he couldn't handle his liquor. Although Puck was surprised Sam was still standing, for someone who didn't often drink. Puck grabbed a six pack of bud lights and he and Sam headed to Puck's room where they played video games until Sam was too wasted.
"You don't smoke." Sam's words slurred, but they were understandable. Sam sat on Puck's bed and Puck was sat in the corner of his room smoking a cigarette. God he looked fucking hot, but even in this state, Sam wouldn't dare compromise his budding friendship with Puck.
"I have a few when I drink." Puck answered him, finding Sam's drunken state hilarious.
"Is it weird, that I don't even care about Quinn and Finn?" Sam mumbled, changing the conversation.
"That's the point of getting drunk." Puck laughed.
"No. I-I mean, when I saw them. I w-wasn't...su..surprised." Sam's words were taking a while to come out, only making it funnier for Puck.
"Quinn's a good girl, she's real sweet. But being her boyfriends a drag man, she's too high maintainance." Puck replied, remember the times when he was under her thumb.
"Thanks." Sam replied.
"Huh?" Puck was confused.
"For everything. For tonight, you're my new best friend." Sam smiled wearily.
"Don't mention it, man. Seriously, I have a reputation to uphold." Puck joked, he looked over to see Sam nearly asleep in his bed, he let out a laugh before grabbing a spare blanket from his Mom's room and laying down to sleep on his floor.
"Where am I..." Sam muffled voice awoke Puck. "Puck?" Sam asked, both of them still lying in their current positions. Sam on the bed, Puck on the floor.
"What?" Puck's voice was low and rough.
"My head hurts, Puck." Sam sounded so childlike it was freaky.
"It's called a hangover. Congrats, you're a man." Puck laughed.
"I hate it." Sam mumbled.
"You ain't the only one."Puck sat, rubbing his eyes. "Nothin' some bacon and aspirin can't fix."
"I feel like I'm going to die." Sam complained.
"You ain't the only one." Put stood and stretched out his body, wearing nothing but a long pair of gym shorts. "I need coffee."
"So do I." Sam rose from his current position, sitting up, he placed a hand on his pounding head.
"Follow me." Puck instructed, he showed Sam where the bathroom was, giving him a spare toothbrush. "When you're done, I'll be in the kitchen." Puck didn't wait for a response, he just continued his journey to the kitchen. He put on a pot of coffee and proceeded to make enough bacon, eggs and toast for 2. Just as Puck finished dishing the food between 2 plates, Sam entered the kitchen.
"After that shower I feel so much better." Sam beamed. He was wearing one of Puck's wife beaters and his own tight-fitting jeans.
"I'm glad someone does." Puck laughed, rubbing his head. Puck placed the plates either side of the table and poured their coffee's.
"Thanks." Sam smiled as he began tucking in.
"No problem, bro." Puck spoke with his mouth open chewing his food. "There's this bar I know not far from school, this weekend we should hit it up, there will be plenty of babes for Puck-fasa and Sammy boy to bang." Puck chuckled.
"I don't know man." Sam spoke nervously.
"I didn't ask you, I'm telling you." Puck smiled. "You're a pretty cool dude, you have a oppurtunity to party with Puckasaurus and you're taking it."
"Okay, okay, I'll party." Sam laughed.
"We're only an hour late for school so if we leave in an hour we'll make it for lunch." Puck spoke as he placed his plate in the sink, he grabbed his hot coffee and drank it with a few large gulps.
"School? Fuck! It's Wednesday." Sam had completely forgotten it was a school day.
"Chill man. I'm gonna go shower and get dressed. When you're done just wait in the living room." Puck left the room, leaving Sam to finish eating. Half an hour passed and Puck entered the living room wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt, tight jeans and his letterman jacket, to see Sam sat watching his sisters Spiderman d.v.d.
"Dork." Puck laughed as he walked in to the kitchen. He walked back in the living room with a smile on his face. "You done the dishes, man?" Puck laughed.
"Yeah." Sam replied, not taking his eye's from the tv. Puck joined him on the sofa.
"If we leave now, we can stop off at your place so you can grab some shit if you want?" Puck asked.
"Thanks man." Sam turned the T.V off, got up and they soon left for Sam's.
Puck and Sam walked down the halls of Mckinley high wearing similar outfits, laughing. They were oblivious to the stares and whispers until Jacob Ben Israel started waving a tiny recording device in Sam's face.
"Is it true that you dumped Quinn because it was the time on the month!" He asked, frantically. Puck was about to step in before something unexpected happened.
"Get out of my face, before I rearrange yours." Sam growled. Jacob's face dropped, he cringed and slowly backed away, as if he were about to get attacked by a monster.
"High-fucking-five dude!" Puck laughed. "Never knew you had it in you." He high-fived his friend.
"Me neither." Sam laughed. "How in the hell do people already know we broke up? Well, not yet broken up but...you know."
"Shit travels fast around here, didn't you know?" Puck laughed. They spent the rest of lunch eating and talking with a few members from the Glee club. As they began making their way to their English classes, they spotted Finn and Quinn stood by Quinn's locker.
"I need to talk to them." Sam turned to Puck.
"Then lets, I got your back bro." Puck smirked. They approached the pair.
"Sam..." Quinn started speaking only to get ignored.
"Don't. Look, Quinn I'm sorry for being a lame boyfriend but I didn't do anything to deserve this. I took you to get your nails done, I took you shopping, I did a lot for you, just for you to throw it in my face." Sam spoke clearly, so they'd understand.
"I'm sorry man." Finn spoke sincerely.
"Yeah, thanks for that, so-called-friend." Sam spat.
"We're obviously over, so fuck who ever you'd like. Bye." Sam gave a very sarcastic smile.
"Wait." Puck spoke sternly.
"How disrespectful are you guys? My baby sister sits there and eats her food and plays with her dolls. You disgust me." He spat, he gave them both a glare of pure anger.
"I'm so sorry, both of you." Quinn finally spoke, her voice weak.
"Sorry don't cut it." Puck spat, before he and Sam were back on their journeys. Sam should have been happy but he couldn't help but let the doubt wash through him. Now everyone's going to think he's a jerk. 'I was only sticking up for myself, I should have kept my mouth shut', he thought to himself. His self-esteem really wasn't on his side.
It was now Friday evening and the glee club was sat in the practice room, practising their songs for next week when Mr Schue aloud a break.
"Mr Schue? Can I sing something?" Sam asked, sheepishly.
"Sure Sam." Mr Schue smiled, almost as if on cue, Sam and Puck made their way to the centre of the room, pulling their guitar straps over their shoulders.
"Ready when you are guys." William Schuester smiled while taking a seat amongst the Glee club.
"Okay." Sam replied, nodding at puck as they both began strumming their guitars. San chimed in singing the first verse, his voice was low and rough.
'Can you lie to next to her, and her give her your heart, your heart. As well as your body.
And can you lie next to her, and confess your love, your love.' Sam didn't miss the opportunity to look at Puck, who was happily singing along next to him. He gazed adoringly for a quick second before turning his attention back to the glee club.
'As well as your body, and can you kneel before the king, and say I'm clean, I'm clean.' Puck gave Santana a playful wink, Sam continued to sing with raw emotion. He knew the chorus would be a perfect time to make direct eye contact with Quinn.
'But tell me now, where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart.
Oh, tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart.' Quinn could no longer look into Sam's eyes, so he then looked at Finn, who gave him a sympathetic facial expression.
'A white blank page and a swelling rageeee, rageeee, you did not think when you sent me to the brinkkkk, to the brinkkkk,' he took this opportunity to look back at Quinn now he had her full attention.
'You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections'
Sam continued to sing the song with Puck quietly singing along in the background, he felt as though the song was perfect for this situation. He wasn't really bothered about Quinn and Finn being together, but everyone had been walking on glass around him, as if they said something wrong he would just break. He knew that if he acted like he wasn't bothered by it people would become suspicious. He also got to sing with Puck so it was pretty awesome anyway. Sam and Puck smiled as they removed their guitar straps while their peers applauded them both.
"Great job, guys." Mr Schue gave them both a pat on the back. They sat back down and watched as everyone whispered amongst themselves, giving Sam reassuring and sympathetic smiles. It wasn't long before everyone's attention had turned.
"Sam, Puck come here!" Rachel called. She was sitting on her mobile phone with Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine, Tina and Mike all crowded around.
"What is it?" Sam asked, getting up from the table he and Puck was now sat. Sam placed his Cool Ranch Dorito's on the table and joined Puck in walking over to the group.
"Jacob Ben Israel's blog." She replied. "Look." She passed over her phone. Puck and Sam both looked at the screen.
"Can you read it out loud? Dyslexia." Sam asked, letting worry leak into his facial expression.
"Puckerman and Sam Evans - The Bromance everyone's talking about." Puck read.
"What does that mean?" Sam asked.
"It means that you guys sell drugs." Brittany appeared from behind them. "Don't worry, I won't tell." She smiled, she seemed so sure of herself.
"Girl, I ain't even gonna ask where you got that from." Mercedes laughed.
"It means that your new friendship has everyone talking about you." Blaine informed a very confused looking Sam, almost believing that it mean he was a drug dealer.
"Oh, I get it. But why?" Sam asked curiously.
"Probably because you're two of the most popular boys at this school." Kurt added.
"Oh." Sam replied.
"I know why. It's because I'm hot and I have awesome abs and the students want to read about me all the time." Puck smirked.
The glee club continued going back to practising singing. When it finally ended, Puck and Sam walked out together.
"You better be ready to get shit faced tonight." Puck smirked.
"Hell yeah." Sam laughed. He was nervous, Puck was used to partying and Sam was occasionally treated himself a wine cooler.
Hope you guys liked it. The song was White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons.
Any feedback is appreciated! :3